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1741]
To Horace Mann
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There was a strange affair happened on Saturday ; it was strange, yet very English. One JNourse, an old gamester, said, in the coffee-house, that Mr. Shuttleworth, a member, only pretended to be ill. This was told to Lord Windsor7, his friend, who quarrelled with Nourse, and the latter challenged him. My lord replied, he would not fight him, he was too old. The other replied, he was not too old to fight with pistols. Lord Windsor still refused : Nourse, in a rage, went home and cut his own throat. This was one of the odd ways in which men are made. . . .8
I have scarce seen Lady Pomfret lately, but I am sure Lord Lincoln is not going to marry her daughter9. I am not surprised at her sister's being shy at receiving civilities from you—that was English too !
Say a great deal for me to the Chutes. How I envy your snug suppers! I never have such suppers ! Trust me, if we fall, all the grandeur, the envied grandeur of our house, will not cost me a sigh: it has given me no pleasure while we have it, and will give me no pain when I part with it. My liberty, my ease, and choice of my own friends and company, will sufficiently counterbalance the crowds of Downing Street. I am so sick of it all, that if we are victorious or not, I propose leaving England in the spring. Adieu !
Yours ever and ever.
58.   To HOEACE MANN.
Christmas Eve, 1741.
MY dearest child, if I had not heard regularly from you, what a shock it would have given me! The other night, at the Opera, Mr. Worseley, with his peevish face, half smiling through ill nature, told me (only mind !) by way of
7  Herbert Hickman-Windsor (1707-1758), second Viscount Windsor, and Baron Mountjoy of the Isle of Wight.
8  Passage omitted.                             8 Lady Sophia Ferraor.
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